Every time I watch ESPN or Spike TV, I see these commercials for Enzyte “natural male enhancement.” Does that shit actually work? Not that I’m small or anything, but I’m a divorced, middle-aged, chain-smoking, overweight single guy who lives in a trailer park. I’d love to land a normal woman but don’t know what to do. I figure a few more inches downstairs wouldn’t hurt, especially if all I have to do is take a pill every day.
— Wants A Big One
Are those awful Enzyte commercials still on TV? It’s been a while since I caught one, and I was hoping that whoever was selling that crap had gone out of business (and whoever had a hand in putting together their annoying commercials had been, I don’t know, electrocuted or something). But I guess Enzyte isn’t going to go out of business until something causes the collective IQ of gullible, small-dicked men everywhere to spike, and that may be a long, long way off.
Look, WABO, if you live in a trailer park you can’t afford to take an Enzyte pill every day. Even if they made your dick bigger — which they don’t — they’re expensive. The company’s own Web site is even careful to stress that these pills, which are herbal supplements, don’t make your dick any bigger. So what do they do? They “may help your body achieve fuller, stronger erections” because the pills are “designed to help maintain blood flow and create firmer, fuller-feeling erections.” They’re not promising you a bigger dick, just better circulation.
And improving your circulation is something you can do for free. Quit smoking and get some exercise, WABO, and that “may help” you achieve “fuller-feeling erections.”
When it’s explained to miserable, small-dicked men that pills won’t make their dicks any bigger, most ask if surgery will help. Sorry, no. In a little bit of bad news released, cruelly enough, on Valentine’s Day of this year, researchers in London said that most men who have penis-enlargement surgery are not satisfied with the results.
Guys: the pills don’t work, the surgery doesn’t work — nothing works. There ought to be a law against advertising “cures” for small dicks. It’s cruel and it discourages miserable, small-dicked men from the only real cure for their unhappiness: acceptance.
Got a small dick? As I’ve written dozens of times before, there’s nothing you can do about it. So accept what you’ve got, guys, learn to use it to maximum advantage, refuse to apologize for it, and don’t waste money or mental energy on pills or surgery. Once you’ve reconciled yourself to the meat God gave you, ask yourself these questions: How thick are my fingers? How big are my forearms? How long is my tongue? Big cocks are nice, they have their fans, but if you don’t qualify for the big-dick Olympics, then make the most of what you do have.
